Derek
Derek growled quietly under his breath. Quietly, because his pack was asleep nearby and he didn't want to wake them because…well because of the fucking reason he was growling. It didn't seem to matter that he took all the precautions in the world, all he could think about when he closed his eyes was that damn kid. He could practically feel his mouth on the long, pale neck; see the marks that would be left standing out against white skin. He could sense the long fingers that would dig into his back muscles, as he…fuck. This is what had Derek reduced to practically humping his mattress, lost in a fantasy like some hormonal teenager. That kid had hammered a crack in Derek's self-control, and he didn't like it one bit, and fully intended to take it out on the unknowing party the next time they saw each other which…Derek froze, the ache in his sweatpants and the sweat on his forehead becoming overwhelmingly apparent as a familiar heartbeat approached his territory.
Shit.
Apparently they were going to be seeing each other way ahead of schedule.
Stiles
"Stiles, hurry up man!"
Scott was a lacrosse field ahead of him, and Stiles glared at the back of his best friend's head. He almost missed the days when Scott couldn't outrun him in anything-the days when Stiles had to carry around an extra inhaler for him, just in case they walked to fast or something, because Scott pretty much never had his inhaler if he was going to need it. It was just one of those things that Stiles had always done for Scott, and he missed it even if it made him feel a teeeeeny bit guilty for wishing his best friend had defective lungs.
"Stiles, come on!"
Okay seriously? Stiles was not some mutant wolf man and did not have the capacity to go faster than humanly possible, given the fact that he was, in fact, human. He would have made an exceptionally witty comment as well, except for the fact that they were kinda running for their freaking lives.
Again.
It had been a wonderfully normal day. Stiles had woken up, made breakfast for him and his dad, forgotten to take his meds because he was distracted by something that he thought he saw out his window… Of course it had turned out to be nothing, but that had been happening a lot recently due to his lack of sleeping during acceptable sleeping hours…and it was kind of more than ironic right? That he couldn't sleep because he was distracted which led to him being tired and therefore more easily distracted which led to him forgetting to take his meds which ultimately was going to him being even more distracted…Definitely irony right there, but that's kind of what his life was based on these days.
It was, for example, ironic that they were running away from something potentially dangerous toward Derek Hale, whom Scott kept insisting was not his Alpha.
This pack of theirs was something of a dysfunctional family unit, and that was on a good day, but Stiles was happy to be included, so he wasn't about to start complaining…not where he could be overheard by certain sourwolves anyways.
Before they had embarked on this mad dash however, Stiles had made it through a painstakingly long day of classes. Painstakingly so, because literally every tiny movement or noise had drawn his eye, and he was fairly sure that he was lucky to have made it through the day without looking like he was possessed. Scott said he hadn't succeeded in doing so, but Allison had swatted him in the shoulder and told Stiles that he was doing just fine. So he was going with Allison's opinion on this one- she was slowly but surely making up for having turned his best friend's mind to jelly, and Stiles was beginning to think he had a great new friend…even if her presence made it painstakingly obvious that Stiles had never even kissed a girl. Or boy for that matter. Though he'd thought about both on plenty of occasions.
Again with the irony, Stiles might not even have noticed anything if he hadn't be so unfocused. His eyes had a tendency to be everywhere if he was having a hyper day, and if they hadn't been he might not have picked up on that man. Stiles was pretty sure this guy had been sitting in a car on his street this morning, and then he had seen him lurking in the school parking lot throughout the day. Stiles' overtired brain was starting to snap into action when he and Scott were making their way to the parking lot after weights- then Stiles had seen the man in the office on their way out. The closed office. At that moment it was like somebody had hit an "engage" or "super survival skills activate" button in his brain, because he practically dragged Scott to the jeep in record time, and already had his phone dialing Allison's number when he put the keys in the ignition.
"Stiles, what the hell? What's going on?" Scott was confused…oh yeah, probably didn't remember to tell him what was going on.
He shot Scott a panicked look as the phone was ringing in his ear, and just as Allison answered and they were pulling out of the lot, Stiles caught a glimpse of the man running out of the school and to his car.
"Hey Stiles! What's up?"
"There is somebody following me and I don't know why but they've been here all day and I have Scott with me and I know he's going to want to you to be super careful so I called you but I think I forgot to tell him what's going on first so he's looking at me like I'm crazy and I'm kinda freaking out right now and if my dad sees the way I am currently driving or even hears about it I am literally going to be grounded for my entire life."
Run on sentences were a signature of Stiles', especially when he was nervous, and that one hadn't even made the top ten strangest in the last few months.
"Go to Derek's, Lydia and I are at my house so we'll be fine." Of course Allison was no doubt referring to the arsenal of weaponry hidden around her fortress of a house, and Stiles forgot to say goodbye in his freaking out mode as he hit the button and shoved his phone in his pocket.
"Dude, why are you being followed?" Scott had a way of asking totally brilliant questions and Stiles really wanted to smack him in the side of the head.
"I don't know, but I'm thinking it probably has something to do with the fact that I hang out with werewolves since nobody ever followed me before."
Of course, about a mile away from the pack's "den" as Stiles liked to call it, his poor baby had had enough of high speeds (being anything over 50mph) for the day, and decided to take an unscheduled nap. That is how they had ended up running through the woods, and even with his lacrosse training (not to mention all the practice he's had running for his life recently) Scott was already out of sight ahead of him. He figured that yelling anymore, not knowing where his strange stalky admirer was, would be a bad idea, so he just kept running as fast as he could and "umphh."
A strange sound left Stiles' mouth as he had the wind knocked out of him and fell straight back onto his ass in the dirt, "OW what the fu…" and his words abandoned him as he stared up at a glowering, and very half naked, Derek Hale.